A Piece of Crumpled Paper No More
Br. Ronel Fulo, SSS
How would you feel now afterI tore and crumpled the paper in front of you? The tearing and crumpling of paper is very much meaningful to me. It is like re-telling an experience in the past. A past that somehow broke my heart and yet and blessed me to be whole again.
Psychologists and even ordinary people would agree with me that it is normal for a child to expect, that at the beginning of a school year they would acquire new things. New bags, notebooks, crayons, pencils , etc. Unfortunately this did not happen in my childhood. I come from a poor family and I am somewhat conditioned by circumstances not to expect much. Often times I needed to save my old things so that I can use them for the next school year. You may conclude that I am a frugal child then. But honestly, I have learned to hate and curse the first day of the class where everybody would bring out their new things , all proud and smiling. With this piece of crumpled paper I have learned self pity and even became envious of my contemporaries in school.
Yet it never reduced my enthusiasm to study and learn, rather it became a strong ground that pushed me to finish my studies. But it also gave me a strong impression "that wasting
The experiences of happiness and loneliness of any person in his early years become a great foundation of his personality. Furthermore, it conditions our perception on how we face life's challenges and eventually become better persons. In my case, I came to know that happiness and success don’t fully rely on material things. They are found within the depth of one’s soul. It is only a matter of looking at the world with an enlightened sense of self. Others call this acceptance. I call it humility... for humility is indeed truth. A crumpled paper? Yes, it may look bad... but a good artist could turn it into a great work of art.
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